And this booty still remained--a half-pint of ground-nuts piled carefully in a little hollow lined with moss.

They were not really nuts.

They were more like diminutive potatoes, about the size of cherries, and very much like potatoes in appearance.

They were starchy and sweet, and fattening.

Thor enjoyed them immensely, rumbling in that curious satisfied way deep down in his chest as he feasted.